Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
ABC,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.